Holy crap this is freaky. I was thinking about making a weird dream thread today, but what's freakier is the fact that my weird dream happens to include the skittle cat (smitkit, obviously). But not in a sexy way. Good God, no. Wait, that came out wrong, sorry. But no, anyway.



Anyway, it was a really great but weird dream. But, like all good dreams, I can only rememberish it.

I think I was either going to Bristol or Edinburgh (easy to get the two confused, I know), and smitkit and some bloke she was with were going to give me a lift up. Incidentally, this bloke wasn't BoB, so you might wanna check that out man. Y'never know. So, they picked me up on a bridge that is nowhere near where I live. The bloke gave me a teabag holder thing (a bit like the PG Tips Tea-store-omatic thing they gave away when the Wallace and Gromit movie came out) that had these animals saying funny things on it. I found this hilarious.

After this, the story cuts to my house, where I'm getting ready. Apparently, we've had this thing planned for a while, but I didn't pack and nobody in my family knows about it. So, I'm quickly packing 2/3 days of clothes for the weekend, whilst being yelled at by the mysterious bloke to hurry up, I should be ready by now, smitkit's been ready for ages blah blah blah. Also, I'm trying to call my dad so I can tell him I'm off for the weekend etc. But I can't get through so I'm all worried. Anyway, me and the bloke are in the car, and smitkit's changing from being asleep in the back of the car to being at "her house nearby", waiting for us.

Unfortunately, that drive to wherever is where I woke up.

Fantastic dream, if a little bland. What I can't figure out is why the bloody hell smitkit was in it, and who the Dicken's that bloke was.